Some Sunday morning, see you picking up the fun
Ticking down the last time before the credits run
The traffic isn't moving or it's moving awful slow
To the sound of you complaining, we got nowhere left to go
You need a drug to make the stars come down
You need a drug to make you shine
You need the pills to take you home again
Don't be so la di da, so la di da, you need the drugs
You need the drugs... [2x]
You need the pills
Don't be so la di da, so la di da
You need the drugs
You need the pills to take you home again
Don't be so la di da, so la di da, you need the drugs
You need the pills
You need the drugs
You need the pills [2x]
You need the drugs